moving along

in a effort to erase the lines of time surrounding the eye a little motion can turn back the effects of peering


designed to fly the flag is all that is in motion

cut into solid stone//
time has a hand that etches//
regardless of resistance//
and manifests as a progressive ingestion//
of everything in its path//

to find anything within the complex simplicity
of fallen snow held in place
by textured colour
segmenting perception
into the balance
everything empty
must have